Thick murky vapours an unwholesome veil
Spread o’er the tree, and glide with motion fleet
O’er rock, and marsh, o’er forest, hill, and dale:
The squirrel crouching at the eagle’s feet
Hath naught but rotten fruit and hollow nuts to eat.
Balder and Mimer now direct their course,
Passing that tree, to Urda’s mystic stream:
The forest path conducts them to the source,
Which from the rock bursts forth with silv’ry gleam:
Fragments of stone with ivy overspread